I know it's terribly outre to imply that the constitution and its amendments might actually mean what they say. I apologize. I'm just a simple man. -- P A U L
Oh look, we're doing it again: we're making some other guys
famous. Why do we do it? I don't know. Perhaps we're
crazy.
This time out, it's Planet Soma, one man's personal rage against the machine; a
very literate wind blows out of this planet, however, and as you watch David's
spleen explode in slow motion through the pages of his highly personal journal,
you also get treated to a really beautifully designed site. There's a really
austere, simplified design ethic going on here, so even when I'm reading along
thinking "Just shut up about hating the yuppies already, Dave," I'm already
sedated by the blissful absence of bad web design and flashing geegaws and so
I'm unable to yell at my monitor like I normally do.
This is a good thing, I'm thinking: more people need to have sites about things
that really make their butt itch than sites about things they like, like
Pokemon or Gino Vanelli. I mean, you can
talk a lot about Gino Vanelli, but you can't make me drink. No way. Don't
tell me what's good, dammit, tell me what makes you want to drive six-inch
metal spikes through your eyes! So good job, Dave! You really hate a lot of
stuff!
You should discover pretty quickly that the author of this site is a gay man,
mostly because most other gay people seem to horrify and annoy him, along with
all other sorts of people. I mean, it's not like he starts singing show tunes
or anything. Also there is icky sex stuff all over the place here. It's not
any ickier than, say, Getting It's icky
sex stuff (and actually significantly less icky that that example,
because at least here you don't have to ever think that R.U. Sirius might be
doing naked stuff,) but it's sort of surprising when you encounter it, because
you've been lulled into a sense of complacency by the competent design work.
But icky sex stuff and pictures of
dangly bits aside, this site is a really good, long read. And realize when
I'm saying this that I am the sort of person who would normally rather shave my
tongue than read another goddam, fucking web journal. Planet Soma defeats the
law of absolutes that says that all these journals must absolutely suck by
virtue of being nasty and sort of unhinged, and also because it seems to
contain the recognition that those kinds of things suck, too, so why not SHIT
on the MEDIUM? I am here to say, then, that David Gwynn takes large
dumps.
Take a look for yourself. Dave really sounds like he'd make a good Pigdogger,
dontcha think? He smokes too much, drinks too much, and complains about
everything. That's pretty much our application form, right there. Go Dave.
